After raising the price to two thousand gold coins, Twain bought the wand as he wished.
Reality proved that as long as you had money, you would be fated with anyone!
It was the same with wands.
Garrick Ollivander looked at the wintergreen phoenix tail feather wand that was already submissive in Twain's hands. Although he was very reluctant, he had to admit it.
Ollivander's centuries-old belief that the wand chose its owner was not applicable to some of the most talented wizards.
The owner of a wand was the deciding factor for the future success of a wand.
It had nothing to do with the wood and core of the wand.
As he respectfully sent Twain out, Garrick Ollivander told Twain about the wand and its twin brother.
Twain's reaction was completely beyond Garrick Ollivander's expectations.
"Thirteen-and-a-half inches long, yew wood, and the feather of the same phoenix as my wand? I know this wand. It belongs to my brother.”
With that, Twain left, leaving Garrick Ollivander standing at the door, dumbfounded.
Back in the shop, Garrick Ollivander was unable to concentrate on making his staff.
After a long consideration, he took out a photo album and flipped to one of the pictures taken next to the Quidditch practice grounds at Hogwarts.
This was originally a photo of two people, but now there was only one person in the photo, lying on the grass and sunbathing.
"Good afternoon, Gakri."
"Hello, Professor Dumbledore."
"I'm guessing that you're not looking for me at this time to chat.”
"I made two wands out of the two phoenix tail feathers you gave me. Just now, the second wand was bought.”
"Isn't it good news for you that your wand has found its owner?”
"It was the other party who offered to buy the wand, not the wand who chose its owner. The other party offered a price that I couldn't refuse and took the wand away. I don't know if this was the right decision, so I wanted to tell you.”
"Let me guess. The wizard who bought the wand is not called Twain Corleone, right? A new Hogwarts student.”
Garrick Ollivander looked shocked.
"How did you know?"
"Because the owner of the other wand was in your shop last year, you must remember him?”
"Tom Corleone."
"Have you thought of something regarding the surname Corleone?”
"You mean?"
"That's right, it's the Corleone Family you're thinking of. Although the way they bought the second wand was very unreasonable, it was very Corleone.”
Garrick Ollivander agreed with him, but at the same time, it increased his worries.
The Dumbledore in the photograph saw this and began to comfort him.
"The other party did not point his wand at your head, threaten you to offer the wand, and collect protection fees from your wand shop. Instead, he chose to pay. I think this is a very gentlemanly way of doing things in the Corleone family.”
"But the wand?"
"This is definitely not the best choice, but it may also be the least bad choice. Who knows? But don't worry, I'll keep an eye on this matter.”
After leaving Ollivander's Wand Shop, Twain did not immediately go to Knockturn Alley. Instead, he returned to the Leaky Cauldron and found an empty seat at the bar counter.
The bar owner was a short, bald man who came over to ask Twain what he wanted to drink.
Twain grabbed a handful of Galleons and threw them on the bar counter.
" I need to buy some 'unusual' items. I hope to get some suggestions.”
The bar owner's expression changed as he re-examined the young Magus in front of him.
A moment later, he quietly swept the Galleons into his pocket and raised his hand to ask the bartender to bring him a glass of butterbeer.
"What do you want to buy?"
"The method to learn Occlumency.”
The bar owner shook his head.
"The whole of Diagon Alley, including that place, doesn't have what you want.”
Twain could not help but look disappointed.
Could it be that he really couldn't keep his secret?
Of course, the bar owner did not want to return the Galleons he had just obtained to Twain.
He pushed the butterbeer in front of Twain. There was obviously more to it.
"If you simply want to prevent Legilimency from prying into your secrets, there is a simpler and more effective way.”
"What?"
"Legilimency and Pensieve,"
Glancing at Twain, who was obviously stunned, the bar owner's lips curled up proudly and he continued to show off his knowledge.
" You only need to use Legilimency to extract your memories and secrets and store them in the Pensieve. Even if the other party uses Legilimency on you, he won't be able to see the memories that were taken away.”
Tang En subconsciously said.
"Doesn't the Pensieve only exist at Hogwarts?”
It was the bar owner's turn to be surprised.
Twain's identity was definitely not simple to know that Hogwarts had a Pensieve.
This made him stop underestimating him.
"You're absolutely right, but Hogwarts isn't the only school of wizardry in the world. The Pensieve is rare, but every school has one or two.”
All of this seemed like nonsense to Twain.
His real concern was to get his hands on a Pensieve, no matter where it came from.
The bar owner leaned forward and lowered his voice.
"I have a friend from Durmstrang. You've heard of it, haven't you? Not only was he a Legilimency master, but he also had a Pensieve in his hands.”
"I recommended Borgin and Burkes to him, but Caractacus was too stingy. He wanted to buy the Pensieve for a hundred thousand gold coins, and I swear I've never seen such a greedy fellow in my life.”
"If you are interested, I can introduce you to my friend. However, he will be leaving England soon, and time is very tight.”
The bar owner's words were both true and false, and Tang En confirmed at least two things.
The Pensieve belonged to the Durmstrang School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, but had been smuggled out.
The other party had privately sold the Pensieve at a starting price of a hundred thousand gold coins, and he was in a hurry to sell it.
If it was a legal personal item, the public sale price would be at least a million gold coins.
"One hundred and thirty thousand gold coins. Not only do I want the Pensieve, but I also want your friend to teach me Legilimency.”
"By the way, I'm in a hurry. I have to leave before dark.”
The bar owner called out subconsciously.
"This is impossible!"
It wasn't that he wasn't satisfied with the price, but that he couldn't learn Legilimency in half a day.
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